The Deadly Attack

Chapter Seventeen: The Deadly Attack

As they both walked towards the arena, they looked as if they were the opposite of each other. One person's expression was as cold as ice, and one was sweating as if he was in war. But neither took this situation as anything less than war — the war on their limits, the war to win their dreams. Losing meant dying to them.

But still, there was one similarity: they both wanted to win, to rise as the champions of their fight.

Maxim Greenowel stood on the right side of the arena and Lynix stood on the left side. They both looked at each other as if they were going to kill each other.

The instructor appeared between them and said,

"The two of you will fight until one contender dies, passes out, or receives a humiliating blow to their pride—giving up after seeing the gap in abilities."

The instructor smiled deviously as he said the last words. All of the contenders did not dare take his words as a joke.

The instructor spoke once again,

"On the count of—

1!

2!

3!

Fight!"

As soon as the two of them heard the words, they both rushed at each other at lightning speed. Metal clashing again and again was heard throughout the arena.

Maxim was trying his best to get the advantage.

Yet after blocking many blows, Lynix stood there, his face unsatisfied. He looked at Maxim and said in a mocking tone,

"I pay my respect to you, dear participant… but I think our duel will come to an end now."

As he said those words, he retreated into the air with a backflip. He stood in the position of a trained warrior—one leg in front and the other stretched behind his back, holding his sword with his elbows above his chest, his hands gripping the handle of the sword tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing him, Maxim also got in a defensive position. With one foot slightly back and one in front, he held his sword with both hands, the blade positioned near his chest.

Upon seeing his defensive stance, Lynix got ready to awaken his blessing—the Blessing of the God of Strength, Vidar.

As soon as he awakened his blessing, his entire aura became red. His strength and speed now became multiple times greater.

He rushed at Maxim, knocking him into the air.

Taking the blow, some of Maxim's bones broke.

He was shot backward, rolling across the arena, finally stopping after some time. His whole body now wanted to give up. But he did not.

He rose, picked up his sword in one hand, and also activated his blessing:

"King of Vharaxes, Father of Blade."

After he activated his blessing, the whole arena was covered in the energy of manifested swords. His speed and strength now greatly increased too.

Both of the participants started clashing their blades once again, with Maxim now being at a clear disadvantage.

Maxim, realizing his position, jumped into the air and channeled his energy into his hands, materializing the mana into lightning.

Upon seeing this, Michael looked at him and thought to himself,

"Interesting. He knows mana materializing… and he's transformed it pretty well too."

After seeing the lightning, Lynix put his sword forward with one hand and converted the other into a defensive type of mana.

All the lightning was blocked, but Maxim had only set this up as a distraction. He channeled his mana into his fingers and released it in the air, signaling the swords to strike at Lynix—who blocked all of it with ease.

The participants were scared to see the power of the second-years. They began to realize the gap between their abilities.

Maxim landed there in disbelief. He looked at Lynix as if he were seeing a monster.

His whole body was shivering in pain, but he still held his blade high.

Looking at his situation, Lynix thought to himself,

"Time to finish this."

He gripped his sword tightly,

"The Upcoming of Judgement —

The Sword of Light."

As he shouted the attack's name, his whole body was covered in a bright crimson aura. His very aura was now destroying the stones around him.

He looked at the weakened Maxim and came to strike.

Their blades clashed once again. The whole arena was caught up in the attack. The mana-infested stones began to crack, with Maxim barely able to handle the pressure.

Maxim was about to pass out when he saw a vision—his mind drifted into a space.

He looked around and saw nothing but ruins of a city.

A man walked towards him and said,

"Welcome, descendant. This is the place of the Nowel family—the Imperial family before the Alderwoods."

"Where… where am I?" Maxim asked.

He looked at the man in disbelief and asked a question,

"What do you mean before the Alderwoods? Weren't they the rulers before the Veridian family?"

The man looked at him with satisfaction and said,

"So the Alderwoods have fallen too, huh."

"Well, that's not the full answer. You are currently in the consciousness of your mind. Your mind is overtaken by your own body—it is now struggling to take the blow of the attack. But that's not what I'm here for… after all."

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END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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✒️ Tormentor of Peace — Author's Note:

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